I read the story of a Bangladeshi woman who had a pair of scissors left inside of her during surgery for twenty years. She lived with severe abdominal pains till the removal of the scissors. While reading the story, I kept thinking, this could have happened to anyone else.
It could have happened to anyone who has been through such a procedure. Then it struck me, how God has kept me. Sometimes, you cannot relate to these stories except you've been there too. I dismissed all the loose tongue comments I read on there. Comments suggesting the woman was careless, that she should have gone back to check with another hospital among others.
Others thought she was lucky. Indeed, she was lucky, she's special. Who lives with scissors inside them for twenty years? The only way to describe that in my opinion, is a 'miracle.' When you read such stories, you can only think of how special you are. Yes.
I'll repeat this again, before surgery months ago, I know two people who died going through the same surgery before me. So you can imagine the uncertainty I must have felt during those times. Then I go through it, get back, and at a point when I was healing from all the pain, I wasn't so focused on how I was feeling. The focus was on how good it felt to go in there and come back. Suddenly my fears were gone, I began to feel really special-although in reality, there are no special people in the world. But we're special aren't we?
Everyone of us is special. You woke up to see today, you are truly special. Someone did not see 2022. A few nights ago, my friend and I visited the basketball court at the hospital's premises. Just when we sat down to watch the game, a hearse pulled up. Out of curiosity, our gazes followed it. There, they were, carrying a body bag on a stretcher. You should have seen the way they tossed him or her while transferring the body into the hearse. A rush of cold air over us, we were sad for a moment, but my friend said something interesting. "There goes someone, here we are sitting on the court, we're special."
That started a new argument but in they end, we both agreed that we were special so that meant enjoying every moment of being special including the days when feeling special sucks, like when all isn't well with you, you're feeling depressed, you are stressed out at work, school, having a health challengeetc. Just days when you tire from running your race on life's field. Remember, Perhaps human beings may not make you feel special, but you're really special to God, bear that in mind.
You're special to be alive. Being alive is a miracle we take for granted everyday. Stop taking life for granted. Whether disabled, depressed, privileged no matter your condition, remember, I'm special and so are you.
You're just special!
This is for my darling friend Doris: You're stronger than you think. You're special♡
My second-hand body turned 9months this week. All the "Dear God, ass gone, boobs gone", I wish I never wrote them. On that note, "Dear God, ass back, boobs back, my clothes don't fit..I'm suffering from post op weight gain..please remember me, I'm content with size 12...pleaseee..."Amen!
Just heard the story of another life gone to waste after a liposuction at that popular place where the doctor was arrested and arraigned but was acquitted by the court (Not mentioned any hospital's name). She died right after the procedure, heart-breaking.
I don't want to view this from a medical or legal angle. My point is, what would make a woman want to have a liposuction at that young age? Pressure, societal expectations, just for her own self worth or men! I've come to the realisation that society expects you to live in a certain way, and if not careful, expectations from society can stress you out and put you under undue pressure or kill you. My childhood friend died through an abortion gone bad, because society did not expect her to have a baby out of wedlock-some people are very serious about what society thinks of them.
Self-image-'one's personal view or mental picture' can have an effect on an individual as well. Since I came out of surgery a few months ago, one of the things I've had to battle with as a person, is my physique. At a point, I stopped looking at myself in the mirror. I hated my body. When I did, it was to take a glance at my incision. That was when I truly discovered that your boobs, thighs, legs and ass can shrink or tone down to a size zero without having to hit the gym. I no longer found it expedient to look at myself in the mirror. It has taken weeks of working on myself to finally accept how I look currently. Grateful for the gift of life and writing. Writing has been really therapeutic in these times, so when I write "ass gone, boobs gone..." it's not only for entertainment purposes, that's how I get to heal from the trauma as well. People around me have helped in this regard, complimenting my new look although I was not sure what to believe, but again your inner thoughts matter most. This certainly gives me a dosage of what people who hate their bodies experience. This can get out of hand if not managed properly.
Men have not helped women when it comes to their bodies. Women want a bigger ass and boobs so they can attract a particular group of men. Women want bigger boobs and ass so they can be real sugar babies, women go through all that liposuction to have flat bellies, boobs, ass, toned arms etc just because some men have decided to body shame them. Some men actually make it a responsibility to point out these features to the women they date. I personally do not entertain such negativity. You start body shaming me, I cut ties with you. You know why, there are things I can work on as an individual, those exclude body features, I'm not God who gave me huge thighs, I can't get them to be slim, therefore, we can't be friends, because that isn't going to change about me at all.
However, it is not every woman who has the guts to ward off such men. They would rather sit in their closet and cry their hearts out, get sad, depressed and begin to find ways they can change their bodies to suit their suitors' taste. I'm sorry girl, are you alright?.
Can women stop letting these things get to them? Can women stop entertaining and being friends with men who body shame them or put them under unnecessary pressure to get a boob or ass job? Can we stop trying to achieve that Kim Kardashian or Moesha Buduong body?. Can we stop giving ourselves unnecessary pressure so we can live a while longer here on earth to fulfill the purpose for which we are here? Can the men stop making the big ass and big boobs as a pre-requisite for the women you date. You know what, it's a big world, just go find a woman who meets all your expectations and leave the woman who doesn't, alone.
Dear woman, for whatever reason you may decide to have a liposuction, I would like to tell you a short story: "I'm still traumatised from a surgery I went through weeks ago. Although it was for a life-threatening medical condition, for months I could not do anything for or by myself. I had to be taken care of by family, from taking my bath to eating. I couldn't cough or sneeze without feeling the pain, I could not take a normal bath for a long time due to my wound. Talking hurt as well as laughing, I could not laugh out loud or have a good laugh for nearly two months- imagine a life without having to laugh or scream. After surgery-which is not painful at all due to the anesthesia, comes the recovery journey. I had not put on stilettos in sixteen weeks, I tried it last week because I missed wearing them and couldn't get out of bed the following morning. Recovery is the worst part after a surgery. From the moment the anesthesia wears off when you have to lay still for six hours enduring the pain to the difficult days of not being able to turn or toss in bed or lay in your favourite sleep position, to learning to regain your normal steps back without having to think of the pain of walking. Girl, this thing called surgery hurts, avoid it as much as possible-if it is not life-threatening, can you just avoid it please?!
Remember, there is always that part where anything at all can happen during a surgery including death. Life is gold, turning freely in bed, being able to pee, walk and sit down or even doll up and wear your stilettos are things you should be grateful for. Don't let this pressure get to you, your life is more precious. Men, would you give us a break please?. The men will still move on to the next available woman if you go through all of this and end up losing yourself- mental health issues are real, keep your head up!
Doffing my scarf to the women who go through liposuction. Damn. RIP my dear girl, I know if you got another chance, you would not do it but hey, it is well?!!!!!!!!!!!
